The pressure was unbearable. My legs shivered, threatening to stand, and every breath felt like dragging air through my lung. Sweat dripped down my forehead, soaking itself on the carpet beneath me as I struggled to stand upright. Nebula's father, the man who released this suffocating aura, loomed over me like an unmovable mountain.
Nebula's soft voice broke through the oppressive silence. "Father," she began, her tone unusually tender, "let him go. He's not a threat."
Her father didn't look at her. His piercing gaze remained locked on me. "This man," he said, his voice deep and resonant, "cannot even stand against my bare aura. And you want to marry him?"
"Father!" Nebula snapped, clearly flustered.
Before he could continue, I forced my body upright. My legs screamed in protest, but I planted my feet firmly and straightened my spine. My vision blurred from the strain, and sweat poured down my face, but I managed to hold my ground.
